On this land that gave birth to Lanxiang Excavator Technical School and Zhangqiu Green Onion, in addition to Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji, two great poets, also gave birth to the meat that countless Jinan people would never forget.

Even if you are thousands of miles away from home, the taste of meat will continue to linger in your mind.

Of course, Chen Nian is not from Shandong, and this is the first time he has eaten meat, but when he is hungry, he still feels a little angry.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously made a pleasant curve, and then he took a plate and was about to put the meat out, but soon he changed his mind.

I turned around and took a deeper plate, then put the rice in it, and then returned to the kitchen to put the meat, eggs and gluten inside, and placed it evenly on the plate.

Then he used his royal large iron spoon to scoop a spoonful of broth, and "swish" passed through a beautiful semicircle and scattered into the bowl.

Finally, the fried tofu soaked in the broth in another pot was also placed on the edge of the bowl.

You have to eat like this, that's what dry rice!

The old age was not all served, because just now, he felt that it was enough to eat it himself, and now there was still most of the pot.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a man stopping there at the door.

The other party was wearing the uniform of a sanitation worker.

Chen Nian looked at the other person for a while, then put down the bowl in his hand and went outside the kitchen: "Uncle, why don't you come in and have something to eat?"

Chen Nian said.

It’s not because of something else, mainly because the other party is still working this night. Anyway, I can’t eat the meat I just made, so I might as well ask the other party to come in and eat it together.

“Will it be open to business tonight?”

The old man asked curiously.

"I'm not open anymore. I just made some food myself, but I've made too many, and it's not interesting to eat alone. You can still be a companion when you come." Chen Nian saw the other party asking this, and he realized in his heart that the other party probably hadn't eaten yet.

So while speaking, he walked out the door and enthusiastically wanted to invite the other party in to eat together.

"Forget it, I have to go home to cook for my son later. When will I go home and he eats? I guess he is so hungry at this point." The old man thought for a while, and finally waved his hand.

But Chen Nian felt that since he met the other party, it was fate: "Uncle, why not do that? I originally wanted to make some food for myself, but now I do have a lot of things to make, and the rest should be enough for two people to eat, otherwise you can pack it back? Anyway, I can't sell it to the customer until tomorrow."

When the old man heard this, he began to hesitate again.

"Okay, uncle, don't think about it, come in first." Chen Nian grabbed the other party's arm, and after entering the hotel, he stood the broom in the other party's hand aside.

"Uncle, wait a moment, I'll pack it for you." After Chen Nian pressed the uncle on the stool, he planned to go back to find the packaging box and pack the remaining meat and rice.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Seeing this, the old man quickly grabbed Chen Nian's arm, "How about this, I'll have dinner with you here, and I'll pack the rest back for my son. How about it? And I'll give the money."

"It's okay, what money is given, it's fate that we meet."

"That's not possible. If you don't have money, I won't eat this food." The old man said as he was about to get up and leave. Chen Nian hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, give money, let's eat first, I'll collect the money later?"

"Okay." The old man's face was filled with joy when he heard this.

Then Chen Nian went back to serve the rice, and drizzled the meat, eggs, tofu, gluten, and finally poured the broth on the rice.

Two plates of rice were served.

When the old man saw the meal, he said, "Something is something young man!"

Chen Nian put one plate in front of the old man and the other plate on his side: "No, it's just a casual act."

"You can do it just by doing it casually?" The old man expressed a little shocked, but at the same time he was a little doubtful whether Chen Nian was lying.

"Uncle, do you recognize this dish?"

"I recognize it, what's wrong with the meat? Just look at the big piece of meat, then look at the rope tied on it and the color. Isn't this the meat?" said the old man.

Chen Nian realized this time. The old man's accent seemed to be from Shandong, and he didn't pay attention just now.

If the old man is from Shandong, then he can understand it.

"Uncle, how about you try this handful of meat? If there is something that doesn't work, just say that only by criticism can we make progress. For those who do the cook, we have to keep improving our cooking."

But the old man nodded very politely: "What's the problem? Your meat just looks very authentic."

In a polite manner, Chen Nian learned that the old man's name was Lin Mingxu, which was only one word short of Lin Zexu, who had dispelled cigarettes in Humen.

While chatting, Chen Nian found that the old man had a very good personality and was obviously generous to Shandong people.

A smile is always on the side of his mouth.

The two were chatting, and the old man unconsciously looked at the meat in the bowl.

Originally, he really wanted to find something to eat, but after all, it was not too early to go back to make it on this late night.

In this way, he came to the door of Honghong Hotel. He knew that during the day, there were many people queuing at the door at noon or evening.

He had never eaten here before, and happened to pass by, so he couldn't help but look inside curiously.

But who knew that just by looking at it, he was already sitting here at this moment.

I couldn't help but look at the meat in the bowl. As a genuine old Shandong man, he was naturally quite familiar with meat.

But not to mention anything else, just talking about the quality of the meat made from aged ones is quite perfect.

The color of the thick oily red sauce is particularly appetizing, and the structure of the three layers shows that the chefs who make this dish are also very particular about the selection of ingredients. The red luster of the sauce on the meat is particularly obvious under the lights in the restaurant.

And the egg that had been cooked long ago was now open and grinning, as if sending an invitation to someone.

As for the gluten soaked in the soup, it looked extremely full at the moment. Just use a quick to gently squeeze it on it, and a steady stream of oil soup will emerge from it, and then flow down the outer wall and into the rice.

Pick up a piece of meat and open your mouth and bite it down.

The first thing I touched was the burnt pig skin. After braised in the pot, most of the water evaporated away, but after a long period of stewing, it was soaked in the soup.

The collagen in the pig's skin was full of collagen at this moment. It was a kind of elastic resistance, but it was like you wanted to refuse and you were welcomed.

The second is that the fat and lean meat pieces were stewed so soft that they could hardly feel the existence of fat meat when they were stewed. The lean meat was also stewed and soft, and the soup overflowed from the lines under the pressure of these teeth.

The fresh and fragrant sauce touched the tip of the tongue, making Lin Mingxu's weathered and knowledgeable taste buds admire it.

"OK!"

After taking a bite, Lin Mingxu couldn't help but give him a thumbs up!

"Your meat is also at the restaurant level in our place. You must know that on the tables of our place, whether it is the tables of rich people or the tables of poor people, you must have such a plate of meat.

However, in our past, there were many places that specialized in selling meat. The shops were called dry rice shops, such as Feng’s dry rice shops, Liu Laoer’s dry rice shops, Lao Niu’s dry rice shops, etc., which were more than this meat. When we had money at that time, we had to go to the dry rice shop to get a piece of meat and ask for a bowl of rice.

Just one piece, I didn’t dare to ask for it too much at that time. Sometimes I could put three bowls of rice with a large piece of meat in my hunger. At that time, the soup was not expensive, so I felt bored and let the store bring another spoonful of broth on the rice, just like this bowl.”

After slapping, it seemed that Mr. Lin was talking.

"It's true. My master told me that way." Chen Nian couldn't help but nodded, thinking about it, Master Sun really told him that way.

Uncle Lin knew that Chen Nian’s master was probably the old man at that time.

But if he knew that Chen Nian's master was fifty or sixty years older than him, he would probably have shocked the old man's chin.

As he said that, Mr. Lin pulled a few more mouthfuls of dried rice soaked in his mouth. The rice that was completely soaked in the broth had a strong meaty aroma.

The rice that was originally a little sweet, now also has a salty and umami flavor like a meat, but the taste is completely different from that of the meat.

You should know that the old one used rice that was not sold out in the afternoon. Although it was a little cold by now, the taste was even harder. Suddenly, the hot broth was poured on for a while, and the rice became warm and delicious, but still maintained its elastic properties.

"It's true, it's true. If you say this is your first time doing it, I don't believe it." Mr. Lin said in a tone of seeing the world.

Chen Nian had to nodded repeatedly at this time: "It's true that I've done it only once, I've done it a few times before."

Uncle Lin looked proud on his face, and he looked up at the menu on the wall in Chennian's store.

"Why didn't it put it on the menu when it's so delicious? Are you afraid that the people here will not get used to it?" Mr. Lin asked curiously.

"Not that. I always thought that this dish was not ready yet. Isn't this planning to practice more recently? If it's almost done, put it in the menu and the time to serve the dishes makes the customers feel bad, wouldn't it be a sign?"

Listening to Chen Nian being so principled, Uncle Lin became more and more admiring him: "Young man has a future. There are not many young people like you now. It seems that you should not cook for a long time. But how do I remember that this restaurant was run by a man in his forties or fifties in the past?

Although the business was good at that time, it was still much worse than in the past six months. Why did I feel that this store suddenly became lively? It was closed for a while before it was lively..."

As soon as Mr. Lin spoke, he was the old man nearby, but at that time he had no interaction with Honghong Hotel. He came and went back and forth just to clean up every day, and didn't pay much attention to anything else.

Chen Nian heard about it and had to roughly tell the previous story.

"You came back after graduation and opened the store again?" Uncle Lin couldn't help but be even more curious when he heard Chen Nian's words, "Why do you plan to open a restaurant and go to the chef's school to learn? Wouldn't it be better to just follow your dad to learn?"

"Oh, I thought so too, but my dad didn't let me take the exam, but I didn't go to the chef's school. If I really went to the chef's school, my dad would have to break my legs with a mop."

"Why?" Mr. Lin's curiosity was completely aroused.

"The main reason is that I scored more than 600 points in the college entrance examination. When my father filled out the application form, he told me that if he dared to go to the chef's school, he would drive me out of the house."

Uncle Lin was stunned when he heard this. Although he was old, he also knew the value of more than 600 points in the college entrance examination.

"Then you have only been a chef for half a year?"

"In the past, there was a person who was admitted to an agricultural university in our village. He went to farm. And he was still in the agricultural university when he was a graduate student. The weather was bad in the days when he was about to graduate. One day, the sun was on the sky, and it turned out to be hail. That year, he called back and cried so miserably..."

Uncle Lin sighed as he spoke.

After hearing this, Chen Nian couldn't help but feel nervous and began to observe silently for the classmate.

"But your school still teaches cooking?"

Chen Nian thought for a while: "If you insist on saying it, there is also this type of research, which is how to make food taste better, but our professional research is still related principles."
To be continued...